#THRONE OF GLASS

[justascrollingghost]

Aelin being told directly to her face that Aelin Galathynius is raising an army whilst she just stands there utterly confused thinking “when the fuck did I start doing that?!” will never not be funny to me

[betss1256]

Yeah, my biggest fear is not experiencing the found families I’ve read in books, so what?

[shadowhandss60]

Dorian flirting with Celaena:

I brought you books, chocolate and a puppy. Wanna play some chess and cuddle?

Dorian flirting with Manon:

Rip out my throat, I DARE you…where yo chains at?

[acourtofquestions]

“If you were to ask me what Throne of Glass is about…

I’d say it’s about the epic journey of a teenage assassin in a corrupt kingdom.

But if you were to ask me on a deeper level, I’d say…

It’s about how small acts of kindness can change the outcome of the world.

Money to a barmaid, waiting an extra minute to shoot, a warning in a competition, a cloak in a cold dungeon, a message on a wall, sharing your lavender soap.”

[rizzoreads88]

✨SJMS main character endgames always meet on Page actively within the story. We As the readers are there the first time they meet…✨

🌌Feyre & Rhysand-ACOTAR

⚔️Nesta & Cassian-ACOMAF

🦌Aelin & Rowan- HOF

🎪Elide & Lorcan-EOS

💅🏻Manon & Dorian- QOS

🐉Lysandra & Aedion- QOS

🦽Yrene & Chaol-TOD

🦅Nesryn & Sartaq-TOD

✴️Bryce & Hunt - HOEAB

🌗Lidia & Ruhn- HOSAB

You know who Azriel met on Page? Elain. You know who’s meeting wasn���t on page? Gwyn and Azriels. We are told by Gwyn when she’s telling nesta & emerie about what happened in sangravah but that’s in the past. We weren’t there when they actually met on page like we were for Elain and Azriel. (To be fair we were there when Elain and Lucien met on page too.)

Interesting!!!!

(Also if I’m wrong in any of these like when these characters met feel free to correct me it’s been a long time since I read tog)

[shadowdaddies]

Fireheart

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UGH I LOVE ROWAELIN SO MUCH THIS HIT MW ON THE HEART

Feeling a little burnt out lately, but I couldn't resist doing one more post with my favorite poly couple. They just have my whole heart. Rowaelin x reader

This was going to be your thirteenth reason —the final, undeniable proof— that you were absolutely, one hundred percent justified in considering throwing yourself off the battlements next time Aelin or Rowan so much as breathed too loudly in your direction.

It had started that morning. A sniffle. A slight ache behind your eyes. Maybe a little nausea. Minor. Manageable. Nothing worth worrying about, let alone worth the King of Terrasen turning into a hulking, overbearing, mother-hen of a male who hadn't let you out of his sight for more than a few minutes.

And gods, if Rowan's pacing didn't drive you mad first, Aelin's dramatics were sure to finish the job.

"Go away," you rasped from the center of the massive bed you were currently buried under, your voice coming out more of a pathetic wheeze than the fierce snarl you'd intended. You coughed once, squeezing your eyes shut as if that alone would ward them off. "I'm fine."

"You’re not fine," Rowan said without even looking at you. His tone was pure command, flat and emotionless to the untrained ear, but you knew him too well. The steel in it was only a thin veil over the worry thrumming through every inch of him.

Before you could summon the strength to argue, another voice chimed in, light and wickedly amused.

"Yeah, maybe we want to get sick too, just so we can stay in bed with you," Aelin drawled from across the room, where she had just abandoned her chair and the book she’d been half-heartedly pretending to read.

You barely cracked an eye open in time to see her grin. That wicked, golden grin that could unravel kingdoms. You didn’t even have the energy to be properly suspicious of it as she crossed the floor toward you with far too much intent for someone claiming casual concern.

Your brow lifted weakly as Aelin, without so much as asking, climbed up onto the bed and crawled over the covers until she flopped dramatically at your side. Her hair fanned across the pillows, a gleaming river of gold that seemed to catch every beam of light from the window.

"You’re going to get sick," you said flatly, though your heart wasn’t in it. Your body was already sagging toward hers instinctively, seeking the warmth you knew she’d give without question.

"If I get sick, I fully expect royal treatment," Aelin sniffed, flipping her hair over her shoulder with a theatrical air that would have made any courtier weep in envy. "Breakfast in bed. Daily foot rubs. A personal bard singing me to sleep. The works."

You let out a weak laugh, your chest rattling slightly with the effort, and shook your head. "You’re the worst patient in the world."

"And you love me for it," she said smugly, resting her head lightly against your shoulder. Her hand found yours under the blankets, fingers twining with easy familiarity. You thought you might’ve had a clever retort when the bed dipped again on your other side, and the mattress shifted with a heavier weight.

There was the faint scent of pine and snow—Rowan. Large, calloused hands, so careful for all their strength, brushed over your forehead. Checking for fever. Again. You grumbled weakly and batted at him, your effort about as effective as a leaf fighting the wind.

"I’m not a fledgling," you muttered, glaring up at him.

He didn’t flinch. Didn’t smile. He simply pressed the back of his hand to your cheek again, his face carved into that same hard, merciless mask he wore on the battlefield, but the worry slipped through the cracks.

"You’re warm," he said quietly, the words rough against the otherwise soft hush of the room. "Warmer than this morning."

"I’m fine," you repeated stubbornly, though it was clear none of them believed you.

"And stubborn," Aelin added brightly, squeezing your hand for emphasis.

You rolled your eyes, or you tried. Everything felt heavy. Hot. You hated feeling weak. Hated that you couldn’t just will yourself better and put an end to the worried looks being traded above your head.

"You’re both idiots," you grumbled hoarsely, burrowing deeper into the blankets despite yourself.

"And you’re ours," she said, softer this time. She pressed a kiss to your temple, feather-light, the scent of lavender clinging to her hair.

Rowan shifted closer too, pulling the covers higher up your body, tucking them in tightly around you with infuriating tenderness. His hand lingered against the crown of your head, his thumb stroking once, a quiet touch.

"Rest," he murmured, his voice little more than a breath against your burning skin. "We’re not going anywhere."

It was easier to let yourself sink with them there. To surrender to the pull of sleep.

Maybe later, when you weren’t feeling like death warmed over, you’d yell at them for being ridiculous. For hovering like your mere breathing was something fragile and precious.

But for now, you let yourself drift, knowing that if the world dared so much as breathe wrong in your direction, Rowan and Aelin would burn it down before it ever touched you.

[tothestarsinvelaris]

Dorian "I'll bleed whatever color you tell me to" Havilliard

Dorian "he'd make her beg for the first time in her long life" Havilliard

Dorian "willing to let a little cruelty into the bedroom" Havilliard

Dorian "invisible fingers down her neck" Havilliard

Dorian "as tempting as seeing you naked and chained might be" Havilliard

Dorian "I don't think you can handle the sort of things I need, witchling" Havilliard

Dorian "I am never begging for anything again in my life" Havilliard

Dorian "I want to taste every inch of you." Havilliard

Dorian "magic gently pinning her wrists to the mattress" Havilliard

Dorian "I need to hear you say yes" Havilliard

Dorian "I suggest you listen" Havilliard

[jamieanddomaremyjacelightwood]

I will never get over Rowans reaction to Aelins scars.

[sheepyboo]

Aelin and Manon vibes

[princesselle2111]

Going to try and get this done soon! I have it all planned out and have spent AGES rereading the books to make this work so hopefully it all works out. I’ll try and get the first chapter out soon x

Getting the desire to get into writing again so I am intrigued if anyone is interested in this:

An OC (or x reader) story with Fenrys Moonbeam being fated mates with someone and having to go back in time to save them from death. He would go back with all his memories so he knows (Spoilers!!!) Maeve is Valg, that Connell is going to die, etc.

It would be a multi-part series but I have only got the base for now. I definitely would be down to write more if people are interested in this concept.

[beaofterresan]

forever chasing this high…

[mortem0]

my love language is a violent immortal with no soul falling so in love with me that he completely changes himself for the better and worships the ground i walk on

[rainingriversofyou]

Starborn, Fireheart & Lady Death - CC, TOG & ACOTAR

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[stealingpotatoes]

i'm 2 books into the throne of glass series (shoutout 2010s YA) and i'm enjoying it so much i've had to break my "dont draw book fanart til youve finished the series" rule

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